Lady Cultivator Chapter 153: Everyone from the Ye Family

"Knocking." Two soft peeling and pecking sounds came from outside the door.

Mo Tiange stopped practicing. The divine consciousness was swept away, and the external restrictions were lifted: "Please come in."

The one who opened the door was Mrs. Yan, Ye Zhenji's mother.

This Mrs. Yan brought four maids, and Weiyu first laughed: "Senior, did your concubine disturb you?"

To this Madam Yan, Mo Tiange has a little affection, probably because her maternal love for Ye Zhenji reminds her of her mother.

"It's nothing, is there anything madam coming?"

"Oh, it's like this, the guest house is simple, and the concubine is afraid that the seniors will not be used to it..." He said, motioning the maids to put down the things in their hands.

Mo Tiange glanced at it. They were all flashy things used by rich and famous people, and then shook his head: "You don’t have to be polite, madam, if I wait for immortal cultivators, if you value foreign objects too much, it’s not good. These things, It’s useless to me, madam, don’t bother."

"This...senior is a distinguished guest from my Ye family. I am afraid that I will not be able to greet me well..."

Mo Tiange smiled faintly: "Madam's intentions, I understand, these foreign objects are really unnecessary."

Looking at her so determined, Madam Yan had to make all the maids retreat.

It’s just that after hesitating for a while, Madam Yan still smiled and said, “I have something to say to the senior, I don’t know if it’s inconvenient for the senior..."

"Madame has something to say straight away."

With her permission, Mrs. Yan ordered the maid to go out first and stay alone.

"Senior, logically speaking, I shouldn't disturb your cultivation for such trivial matters, but I am a mother, and I always want to ask more about my son." Mrs. Yan said, she stopped nervously. After a while, he continued, "You are Zhen'er's uncle, and you have been with Zhen'er a lot in the past ten years, but for so long, I can't even see him... Senior, are you willing to tell me the truth? What happened to him? Has he been good over the years, has he been wronged, and how is his life now..."

Mo Tiange has no reason to refuse such a small request. A child has left her mother for 11 years. Of course, I am eager to learn more about children.

"Don't worry, Madam, he is doing very well. He is a disciple of the monk who is a cultivator, and we are the elders of the teacher to take care of everything, and nothing will happen."

"Really? Does he have friends in the martial arts? Is he bullied?"

When asked this question, Mo Tiange smiled: "His master is Jinghe Daojun, who would dare to bully him? Besides, if you want to bully him, I will not ignore it. Don’t worry, Madam, this kid’s character Good-natured and very popular."

"That's fine." Madam Yan was pleased. "Jin'er has been sensible since he was a child. If there is something wrong, he will definitely not tell us. I am worried about this, so I bother senior. Senior, Zhen'er has already practiced. At the tenth level of Qi, why choose to leave the martial arts at this time?"

Seeing Mrs. Yan’s worried look, Mo Tiange explained: "I originally wanted to wait until he builds the foundation and let him come back by himself, but I really miss you. I begged for a long time. It's also a coincidence, I I was ordered by the teacher to leave the mountain, so I just sent him over."

"It turned out to be like this..." Mrs. Yan's gaze turned around Mo Tiange, and suddenly asked, "Senior looks so young, how old is unknown?"

This sentence was really a bit abrupt. Mo Tiange was startled. There is nothing to say about his age, so he replied: "I am thirty seven now."

"Oh? Seniors are about the same age as me, but she looks like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, really envied by mortals like concubines."

In fact, Mrs. Yan’s appearance is already quite young. Ye Zhenji is exactly twenty. Mrs. Yan is his biological mother. She is more than thirty-five if she wants to come, but she is well maintained, and she doesn’t have the slightest wrinkles on her face. But around thirty, it's when a woman is most mature and charming.

Mo Tiange didn't compliment him to go back. Instead, he glanced sharply across Madam Yan's face and asked indifferently: "What does Madam mean?"

It would be too slow for her to hear what Madam Yan said. The intention of this Mrs. Yan is really not that simple.

When she saw that, Mrs. Yan was a little bit silly, and said: "...It's nothing, senior is about the same age as me, but looks as big as he is, I really can't tell... you are him. The elders. I want to say that if you are brothers and sisters, others also believe..."

Suddenly Mo Tiange has a feeling of laughter and laughter. This Mrs. Yan is obviously worried about the inexplicable relationship between her and Ye Zhenji!

But she was silent on her face, just looking straight at Madam Yan.

Mrs. Yan is no more than a mortal. Under her inadvertent coercion, she has no resistance at all, and she sweats. I quickly grabbed the handkerchief to wipe the sweat, but couldn't even lift my hand, and said with difficulty: "Senior, concubine body...If there is something offended in the concubine body, please... please forgive me."

The other party arbitrarily speculates about her relationship with Ye Zhenji. Although she is Ye Zhenji’s mother, she feels unhappy, so she deliberately did so. Seeing her showing weakness, he withdrew the coercion and said coldly: "To me As far as the cultivator is concerned, what he looks like is just a bone under his skin. Madam will not say this in the future."

Where did Madam Yan dare to refute, thinking of the Patriarch's confession, be sure to entertain this senior, because her behavior just now may have offended the other party. Repeatedly apologized: "Senior, please forgive the concubine's offense. The concubine is an ignorant woman who doesn't know the taboo of the immortal cultivator, and she is talking nonsense..."

Mo Tiange interrupted her: "Madam, you are the mother of the real machine, and you have the right to ask clearly about some things. If you don't ask clearly, don't you feel at ease if you want to come? So, what do you want to say, Just say it."

I heard that there was no anger in her tone, and Mrs. Yan calmed down a bit, and saw her behaved calmly. I can’t help but say: "Senior forgive me. I really see that you have a close relationship with the real machine, and I am afraid that the child will make mistakes. You are his uncle, if... if the child doesn’t know anything, wouldn’t it hurt you? Qingyu?"

These words are polite, and Mrs. Yan is not ignorant. Mo Tiange slowed down: "Madam, the Ye family has been in the dunya for more than 20 years, right? Have you never been to Kunwu?"

Mrs. Yan was taken aback and nodded. When she married into Ye's family, Ye's family was already the Changning Hou of Weiguo. Naturally, she had never been to Kunwu.

"It’s no wonder that you don’t know anything about the world of cultivating immortals. In the world of cultivating immortals, there is no sense of mundane relationships, everything is only based on cultivation. The matter of dual cultivation, generation and age, have nothing to do with others, no matter who the real machine likes , It will not affect his future." Mo Tiange smiled keenly when Madam Yan's face turned pale, "What's more, how old is your appearance? How accurate is it, my master? , More than eight hundred years old, it seems that he is only thirty as promised. The real machine's master looks like the real machine's age-madam, the real machine respects me like a teacher, how can there be anything hard to tell? Be careful, otherwise let the real machine know, it will inevitably be sad and embarrassing."

"..." Madam Yan's face was blue and white, but she couldn't say anything. She was just a mortal woman. She didn't know anything about the world of cultivating immortals. As a mother, she was worried about her children. Mo Tiange said so bluntly, it made her feel ashamed.

"Okay, I'm going to continue practicing. Madam, it's a rare opportunity to go home. You'd better go with him more." Seeing off the guests straightforwardly. Mo Tiange cross-legged and closed his eyes, not wanting to say more.

Mrs. Yan blessed the body in a shameless manner and retired.

Mo Tiange didn't care too much about this matter. Mrs. Yan is a mortal woman, and there are some who don't understand. Mortal people always think that men and women are of the same age, that is, they are of different generations. Something must happen, but they don't know that in the world of immortality, judging by their appearance is the most nonsense thing.

In the evening of the practice, Ye Cheng, the head of the Ye family, sent someone to invite, saying that she had come from afar, and they set a banquet for the real machine.

Mo Tiange thought for a while, and went to the banquet.

The second uncle entrusted her on the deathbed to give her the ability to take care of Ye Family One and Two. Now that she has come to the Ye Family, she should do what she can.

"Senior, you are finally here, please sit down." As soon as Mo Tiange arrived in the banquet hall, Ye Cheng enthusiastically greeted him. A banquet table has been set up in this hall, and there is only gold cups and silver cups.

"...Uncle Master!" Ye Zhenji also came over, Mo Tiange smiled with him slightly.

This is a private banquet. There are not many people present. Except for Ye Cheng, Ye Zhenji, and Ye Zhenji’s father, Ye Zhun, there are four others. They are all immortal cultivators. They have only one or two levels of cultivation. A middle-aged man, a young man, and a teenager.

Ye Cheng introduced one by one: "Senior, these are the ineffective juniors of my Ye family, Ye Mou, Ye Yu, Ye Bing, and Ye Dun."

Ye Mou and Ye Yu are the two middle-aged people, and they sound like they are in the same generation as Ye Cheng; Ye Bing is the young man whose name is the same generation as Ye Zhun, but Ye Dun doesn't know what generation it is. However, according to the Ye Family's naming rules, Ye Zhenji is an alternative, I don't know if it is because of the high expectations he was placed on since he was a child.

"The kid has seen seniors."

The monks of the Ye family are very respectful.

Mo Tiange was impatient with these, so he said: "They are all immortal cultivators, so these customary rituals are exempt."

Seeing that she was not pleased, Ye Cheng stopped her and said with a smile: "Then according to the predecessor, you should sit down."

Everyone in the Ye family sat down in order, and Ye Cheng ordered a table to be opened. Then a maid came to uncover the bowl cover, the delicacy of the mountains and the sea, and the extravagance.

Ye Cheng humbly said: "Little old man knows that seniors no longer eat fireworks. It's just that we have been in the world for a long time and can't get any good things. Although these foods are vulgar, they are still delicious..."

Mo Tiange smiled faintly: "Patriarch Ye is welcome."

"Yes, Patriarch Grandpa." Ye Zhenji took the conversation, "Uncle Master will not be offended."

Seeing this, Ye Cheng could hardly say something about him: "You kid, it's no surprise that people are polite!"

Ye Zhenji was dissatisfied and was about to say something, Mo Tiange stopped him, and smiled: "Your Patriarch Grandpa is right. If you are dealing with others, it is best to do so. But today, it is not necessary, Patriarch Ye , The real machine is what I saw when I grew up, and I don’t treat you as outsiders, so these fake gifts can be avoided."

Hearing the phrase "Don't treat you as outsiders", Ye Cheng was relieved, smiled and nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, since the predecessor said so, I should be respectful."

After that, everyone persuaded him to drink one or two times and started chatting with Mo Tiange.

It has been decades since Ye Family left Kunwu, and now I suddenly see a senior who built the foundation, naturally I have a lot of questions about cultivation. In particular, the young man named Ye Dun was still a child with a child's disposition. He didn't have the restraint of a few adults. He opened his mouth to ask and was scolded by his elders. However, Mo Tiange responded with a good temper. Let him go. Gradually, as Ye Dun and Ye Zhenji adjusted the atmosphere, the adults also let go, so that the host and the host were enjoying themselves.

"That's right, senior," Ye Cheng said, after almost talking about cultivation, "There is one thing that the junior is a little unsure of, so ask senior abruptly."

"Excuse me."

Ye Cheng hesitated on his face, and finally asked: "I see that the spiritual weapon that the predecessor gave Zhener is not a common product. I don't know where the predecessor got it?"

Mo Tiange had a meal and immediately understood what he wanted to ask. The spirit weapon in Ye Zhenji's hand refers to the Green Wood Sword, right? This sword comes from the Ye family, and the owner of the Ye family probably has seen it.

Looking at Ye Zhenji, Ye Zhenji shook his head slightly, indicating that he hadn't said anything. Mo Tiange smiled and said: "This thing comes from a friend of mine, it is her family heritage."

"Oh?" Ye Cheng swept across his face with surprise, and asked eagerly, "Dare to ask senior, who is your friend's last name and where is he?"

Mo Tiange's face was slightly surprised: "Her surname is Ye Ming Xiaotian-why, Patriarch Ye knows her?"

Ye Cheng was stunned again. The last name is Ye, why is the name Xiaotian? There has never been such a person in the family!

"What about the age and cultivation of your friend?"

"...I am as old as I am, and now I have built a foundation."

The more Ye Cheng asked, the more weird it became. This... totally wrong! If he said where he bought this green wood sword, he wouldn't be surprised, but he also said that it was Ye Xiaotian's family heirloom, and he was still a young foundation-building monk.

Mo Tiange seemed to have suddenly thought of it: "By the way, my friend originally came from a family of Xiuxian, but the family fell and moved to the world, could it be..."

Ye Cheng's eyes lit up: "This sounds like our home, but this name is not familiar to me."

Mo Tiange thought for a while, and then said: "She had an original uncle whose surname was Ye Mingjiang, does Patriarch Ye know?"

When she heard her say this name, everyone in the Ye family became excited. When they looked at each other, they all found surprises and doubts in each other's eyes. Finally, Ye Cheng asked, "Senior, Ye Jiang? Are you sure it's called this Name?"

"This is nature." It was clear in his heart, but Mo Tiange pretended to be calm and unwavering. "I remember she said that the Ye family was originally from the Xiuxian family of Qingmeng Mountain. Her father was The most talented monk in the Ye family was named Zhenxi Kunwu, and he succeeded in forming a pill at just over a hundred years old-Patriarch Ye, what about this?"

"The most talented cultivator of the Ye family, succeeded in consolidating alchemy at the age of over a hundred years..." Ye Cheng muttered, with a fanatical expression in his eyes. He certainly remembered that when he was born, it was the most prosperous period of the Ye Family. The talented monk brought honor to the Ye Family that it had never had before, but then...

Ye Zhun took the conversation: "That's the best monk in our Ye family, with a single name."

"Yes." Mo Tiange smiled slightly, "In this way, what my friend said is your Ye family. This is really predestined, but unfortunately, my friend has not seen him for a long time. I don’t know where I am now, I can’t tell her."

Ye Cheng is the head of the family after all. After being excited, he was already full of doubts at this time: "But...our uncle, there are no descendants left..."

"I don't know this." Mo Tiange pushed everything straight away. She wanted to play the role of an outsider, so naturally there were some things she couldn't say too much.

Everyone in the Ye family looked at each other and gradually calmed down. That's right, that uncle has no descendants at all. Where is the Ye Family monk from?

In the end, Ye Cheng said: "Senior, do you know that your friend's uncle is good now? Can you contact him?"

Hearing this question, Mo Tiange passed a faint sorrow in his eyes, and said lightly: "Her uncle is already sitting down."

"What?" Everyone in the Ye family was startled.

Na Ye Zhun cried out: "How could this be? That uncle is now in his early 300s, right? According to the longevity of Brother Zhuji, he should be alive."

"Yes, it would be more appropriate to say that her uncle's death was a fall." Mo Tiange's eyes fell into the void, with an indifferent expression. "The two of their uncles and nephews were chased by other monks, and her uncle wanted to protect her. I was seriously injured, so my longevity was drastically reduced, and I sat down."

After speaking these words, the hall was silent.

Ye Cheng's face is cloudy and uncertain. This kind of thing is too common in the world of immortality. It is very likely that a casual cultivator without a backer will encounter these things. In that case, the last real monk still in the Ye Family is gone? Didn't the Ye family really become an influential family in the dunya?

Even if he was forced to move out of Qingmeng Mountain, Ye Cheng didn't feel as desolate as he is now. He always felt that the Ye Family was different from these so-called immortal cultivating families in the world, because they still had a foundation-building elder still alive! But he only knows now that the elder who built the foundation has already fallen...

After thinking for a long time, Ye Cheng finally closed his eyes and sighed. He is over seventy years old, although as a cultivator, there is no problem living to over one hundred years old, but he is old after all. He originally thought that if Zhen'er had any prospects, and then contacted that uncle, the Ye family would have hope to return to Kunwu, but now it seems that even if Zhen'er can build a foundation, there is no mature monk sitting in town, how about the Ye family? Back to Kunwu? Besides, it is not yet known whether Zhener can build a foundation.

Did the Ye Family really fall into his hands?

"Senior, is this true?"

"Of course it's true~IndoMTL.com~Mo Tiange looked indifferent and couldn't see any expressions. Only Ye Zhenji found the sadness under her expressionless face, touched her gently, and whispered : "...Uncle Master? "

Mo Tiange turned his gaze and smiled at him slightly. There was something in this smile that Ye Zhenji couldn't understand.

Ye Cheng whispered: "So, our Ye family...can't return to Qingmeng Mountain..." He suddenly cheered up again, "Senior, your friend...have you really built the foundation now? Can you contact him?"

"No." Mo Tiange refused, "Patriarch Ye, my friend said that she promised her uncle that she would give the Ye Family a certain amount of help when she formed her pill, but the Ye Family had better not return. I’m here in Kunwu. It’s important to know that to enjoy the glory in the secular world is weaker than the strength, and you can never guarantee happiness in Kunwu."

I still apologize first. This was originally a chapter from yesterday, half of it was written yesterday, half of it was made up today, and time has passed. But this chapter counts yesterday, and today counts I opened the skylight. Sorry, it's broken again. Moreover, to buy a computer tomorrow, not necessarily more. However, the new month will start the day after tomorrow. I will try to make up all the word counts for this month. ^^ Thank you qi and Yangyang for the pink votes of the two classmates in 2009, straight and up and down 5000 years. reward. ) Book friends hurry up and pay attention!